Imagine this. A small 6 year old, being bullied at kindergarden. You'd think "oh she's fine," Well, I wasn't. Yes, that 6 year old girl was me. Now here I am 8 years later. Still bullied. What would you think now? "Oh sorry." Well, apology not accepted. I've been bullied for 8 years, my parents did nothing, my siblings did nothing, I did nothing. My life was hell, still is. I was a mute, a freak, a fatso, a geek, bookworm, emo you name it. The whole school bullies me. 

Now guess what my mother said when I told her "Momma am I fat?" she nodded. She fucking nodded. What kind of a mother does that?! Especially to her 8 year old kid!? Yes, I was 8 when I asked. I asked my dad the same thing, he just stared at me. I asked my sister and brother. My brother nodded my sister was, zoning out. 

Okay, so we have a new family member. My brother. Now when he gets bullied, my entire family calls the school. So, they helped him, but me? NO. I was the messed up kid for years. They never cared. I was the unloved child. The one they despised. My parents barely talk to me. My siblings, ha there traveling around the world. 

My only friend was a blade. Yes B-L-A-D-E. I cut since I was 11. Because of the hate. Because of the loneliness. No one loved so why live? Just when I was about to take a bottle of pills, my laptop started to play music. By it's self. It was weird and spooky. It was a song by Demi Lovato, Skyscraper. It saved me and I'm grateful for Demi. She's the only one who cares. The only one who makes me feel loved. 

My life. 

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